But for the first time in four years, I was okay with that. I was okay with myself… who I was.
I gripped Saylor’s hand in mine as we drove toward the group home. After watching the morning news show. I knew things would get crazy with the media. I needed to make sure that everything would be set up to protect Princess from reporters.
Wes, being Wes, said he was already on top of things, which I could only assume meant he’d called his dad and brought in the US Army or something equally huge. He didn’t do anything half-assed. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the SWAT team was standing outside the group home with Tasers set.
Saylor didn’t say much, but I kept squeezing her hand. I wasn’t sure if it was because I needed comfort or because I was trying to comfort her. Her lips were drawn into a smile, but I could tell she was putting on a face for me.
Which sucked, because how many times had I been on the offering end of that same smile? Giving a fake smile in order to make people feel good? Felt like hell.
“We’re here.” I pulled the BMW into the parking spot. Both of us were still wearing our clothes from the night before. When Wes had called it was five in the morning and I’d wanted to get to the home right away.
“We are.” Saylor looked around.
The sun was just beginning to rise over the Sound. There were only two or three reporters in front of the Home. No doubt, hundreds would be staked out later.
“I want to stay in the car,” I admitted. “I want to turn around and go back to the house and lock myself in there with you.”
Saylor turned and looked at me, her fake smile turning real, revealing her perfect pink mouth. “Let’s pretend.”
“Alright.” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.
“We met at college,” Saylor began, licking her lips. “We collided in the hallway and immediately hated each other.”
“Because you were snarky.” I smirked.
She giggled. “Only because you were cocky and made fun of me.”
“True.” The sun peeked over the mountains. “And I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“So days later, when we met again, it was chaotic because we both despised and intrigued one another,” she continued.
“I pursued.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows arched.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I pursued… wanting you, needing you. I went about it all wrong, as most guys do, thinking that if I could just make you hate me you’d leave me alone to wallow.”
“Silly boys, that never works,” Saylor whispered, her eyes welling with tears.
“Never.” I shook my head and clenched her hand. “Because we forget that hate and love are sometimes impossible to tell apart.” My voice went hoarse. “And then I fell.”
“Me too.”
“I took you out on… ten dates?”
“Wow!” Saylor laughed. God, I could listen to her laugh forever. It was deep and sounded real, not fake or high pitched. “Someone’s optimistic.”
“And we hung out every second of every day.”
“Made music together.” Saylor grinned. “For hours on end.”
“Kissed.” I sighed. “For hours on end.”
“And what started out as hate…” I shrugged. “…blossomed into full out love. And neither of us wanted to be without the another.”
“So we stayed.” Saylor’s eyes watered as she looked at the sun rising, lighting up the inside of the car. “We stayed that way forever.”
“In our house.” I focused my attention on the Sound and squeezed her hand as tight as I possibly could.